It tastes like old sock juice.
I'm down to my last bag of Long Bottom coffee my mom sent me back in December and I needed an afternoon pick-me-up. All the friend people I know have this stuff in their cabinet- and I had a jar from like a year and a half ago.
I heated up water.
Me n Sock Juice |
Stir.
Drink.
BLEGH.
Repeat until contents are empty.
Living in France has some minor faults- the espresso is great, but it's not such a culture of big cups of coffee. I am definitely missing the big fluffy couches and the ginormous lattés for only like 2 bucks. Portland = stumptown, Lyon = sockjuice town.
More tomorrow.
An American in France. Typical moaning as usual. It has to be your-way is the right-way. Why not go home for your coffee.
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